On life and towels

I wouldn’t call myself a perfectionist. At all. From the outside, people might assume that. But really, I’m not. I wish I was {in some ways!}.  Maybe if I was you could: 1. Open my tupperware cupboard without any thing falling out. 2. Look under my bed and see all the way to the other side. 3. Open my dresser drawers and have them slide right open without getting stuck on wrinkled clothes. 4. Peer into my dryer and not see 4 loads of laundry that needs to be folded. Ect. Ect. Ect.

So no. I am not a perfectionist.

At one point I liked my towels folded a certain way. And if my husband {ahem} folded them “wrong” I would refold them. Because, yes, they do stack nicely in the closet. And they do look nice and neat if someone looks in my closet. But you know what? How many people actually look in my closet? And out of those people…which ones really judging me on how I fold my towels? Like..really? And, even if I do fold them nice and neat, somewhere in the process of putting them away and eventually drying off with them, they get all messed up anyway! So that defeats the whole purpose, right?

Sooo…. I can just have my boys fold my towels. And learn team work. And have fun doing it. Because shouldn’t chores be enjoyed?

So to me, at this point in my life, I’m not going to worry if my towels are nice and neat. {Ain’t nobody got time for that!}

I’m just going to soak in the moments of watching my two little boys helping their Mother out. And having fun along the way.